I don't know what drug the world is on these days
I see only the faces, eyes, flesh not the soul beneath all that dark
is there a place in that pit of seething anger for a heart


there is a terrible silence beyond those metal walls
steel cages and burnt chains
roaring pets put to sleep in warmth of the fall
disappearing under the skeletons, looking for the remains
of what remains, written in ash


parallel realities crashing at the birth of a common sin
I have no clue why anyone would let the storm in
to a broken home
where there is none to feel alone

making pretty promises and petty vows is as good as gold
because there is nothing as such as cold
only the absence of them arms
that warmed every hollow space
only dreams and no face


perhaps there is more to this world than meets the eye
and it is a folly, a farce that the heart would never lie
maybe it has no clue, there cometh time to die
just ask the severed head resting by
and be polite


gamma rays are invisible and so was my imaginary friend
but under the lens, one can see how they break and bend
make and mend  
**** what they do not believe
what they won't see
crawling in torment


in a world where there is always more
than what meets the eyes
and in the end
we are left with even less to die with
drowning in tales around the world